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                            Change of Status
                               by Openbook

Copyright© 2008 by Openbook


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Description: A Swarm Cycle Story.....Rocky, a seven year old boy has been taken to a Confederacy pod ship at the behest of his father. The problem is, Rocky never knew his father, he and Rocky's mother were divorced soon after Rocky was born.

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Rocky DiGiorgio was getting damn tired of all his father's sluts thinking they could just go around giving him these orders, and expecting him to obey them. The thirteen year old was being punished, one more time, for not doing something he'd been told to do by one of his father's damned concubines. This time, it was that damn Erica Saunders, his father's favorite concubine, whose instructions he'd once again refused to obey.

He wished his father would hurry up and get back home again. Hopefully, when he did get back this time, he'd explain to all four of those sluts of his, that Rocky was no longer subject to their authority, at least not in the same way that all the other, much younger, children still were.

Rocky knew he'd soon be a man. In less than a month, he'd finally turn fourteen. After that, he'd be in a good position, able to make all his own decisions. All he'd need to be free and totally independent from anyone, was a qualifying CAP score.

Rocky was absolutely confident that, after undergoing his own CAP testing, he'd score high enough to be a qualified Confederacy volunteer, just like his father had been after he'd first taken his test.

He'd only been seven years old when his father had been extracted by the Confederacy. His whole life had been turned upside down and inside out on the day that had happened.

Rocky's mother and father had been divorced from each other since the time of Rocky's earliest infancy. His mother had later remarried, back when Rocky was just turning three years old. Her new husband had been a very nice man, and, over the following four plus years of his young life, he had been the man that Rocky thought of as his father.

Rocky hadn't known or remembered the man who'd appeared in front of him just as soon as the young boy had been transported aboard the Confederacy pod ship.

His father, in not much more than an instant, had gone from being a complete stranger to him, to being the only person in total control of the little boy's life. As soon as he'd been successful in getting the Confederacy Space Marines to spirit Rocky away from the only parents he'd ever previously known and loved, Rocky's father went right back to totally ignoring the boy.

Little Rocky had been attending school, just like he normally did, when two Confederacy Space Marines had shown up at his school carrying Confederacy authorization to take the boy, and had whisked him away, using a portable transporting field. One minute he was in Mrs. Tyler's second grade class, and, mere seconds later, he found himself onboard a Confederacy pod ship, being introduced to a man who claimed to be his real father.

Dino DiGiorgio, when Rocky had first met him, had been a short, balding, forty year old, heavily built man. He'd been dressed in these ridiculously hideous plaid cargo pants, a too loud Hawaiian shirt, and one of those straw hats you sometimes see people wearing on a beach, hoping to avoid too much sun. This had been what he looked like on that day when Rocky had first met him. A few days after this first meeting, Dino had gone into one of those Confederacy medical machines and had come out of it in mid process of being turned into one of those six and a half feet tall, incredibly fit, and heavily muscled, Confederacy Space Marines. Rocky couldn't believe the physical differences the alien machine had brought about. The man was somehow evolving and changing his physical shape almost in front of the boy's eyes.

It had been much the same way with the four women that Rocky's father had chosen to be his concubines. Before they were physically augmented by that alien technology, all four of them had been barely worth looking at. After their treatment though, they all looked like some of the famous actresses that Rocky had seen on the television set back home, back in the days before he'd been kidnapped by this so called 'real' father of his.

Rocky had been frightened, angry, depressed, and extremely upset during the first five or six months after being extracted with his father. It had taken that long to get Rocky to finally accept that there was nothing he or anyone else could, or would do, to get him returned back home to his mother and step dad. What his father said, he slowly learned, was all that seemed to matter to anyone he came into contact with. Rocky had no say so at all. Nobody cared, not even a little bit, about what he might want.

In the six and a half years that had passed since Rocky had first been evacuated from Earth, he had been given almost no say so about anything having to do with how or where he lived. He was just a kid, and one who'd discovered that he had absolutely no rights at all. All that would change shortly. Just as soon as he passed his CAP test. Rocky never even entertained any thoughts about where he'd be, if, somehow, his test results weren't actually high enough to qualify him to be a Confederacy volunteer.

Dino DiGiorgio had mostly ignored Rocky after having him taken away from his bitch of an ex wife. He was off planet a great deal of the time anyway, serving with the Confederacy Marines, trying to at least slow down, if not actually defeat, the 'dickheads'. That was what everybody called the Sa'arm, this other group of aliens that the alien members of the Confederacy seemed so afraid of.

When Dino was back home, resting and relaxing, after returning from one of his recently completed military deployments, or from one of his many troop training assignments, spending time with his eldest child certainly wasn't anything that held any high priority for him.

Instead of interacting with any of his children, he spent almost all his time, when back from a mission, fucking his four sluts, and having all his Marine buddies come over to his pod for one of the many wild parties that he threw, parties that sometimes lasted for several days at a time, and where every concubine attending could be used, sexually, by any other Marines attending.

The one good thing about Dino that Rocky had ever noticed, was that he didn't seem to treat anybody else any better than he did his oldest son. In fact, sometimes, when Rocky asked him for something, Dino would let him have his way. Sometimes, if he was in a particularly good mood, Dino would side with Rocky, over either one, or even all of his sluts.

Of course, this wasn't because he loved Rocky, it was just that he didn't really care anything about any of his concubines either. This indifference of his was extended to all nine of the children he'd sired with these four women too. If Dino cared about anyone, other than himself, and possibly his space Marine buddies, then Rocky sure wasn't aware of it.

For all his obvious shortcomings around his household family, Dino was still considered to be an excellent Marine. He'd advanced through the ranks to become a gunnery sergeant in the six plus years of his Confederacy service. He'd also been cited, several times, for his bravery, and for the loyalty to his fellow Marines that he'd shown while engaged in combat against the Sa'arm.

As much as Rocky disdained his father for his total lack of caring, he had to admit to himself that it made him proud, sometimes, when he watched the way most of the other Marines seemed to look up to his father.

Three days before Rocky's fourteenth birthday, the planet's AI had informed the planetary governor that the assault fleet that Rocky's father was attached to was expected to make planet fall sometime in the next twelve hours. They'd been deployed somewhere off planet for the past six months.

Erica Saunders, Dino's favorite, and thus the head concubine in Dino's pod, was looking forward to having her sponsor return. Six months without any heterosexual satisfaction was really too long of a time for her to be going without.

Unlike Jill and Teresa, the two bisexual women in their family, Erica and Diana had always tried to shy away from that sort of thing. They would put on shows for Dino and his friends, at the parties, if he ordered them to, but girl on girl sex wasn't something that held much appeal for either of them. Of course, it had helped that they both had a selection of little sex toys they could get from the pod's replicating machine. Both women used to masturbate themselves with these toys, but it just wasn't the same as having a flesh and blood man to spend some quality time with.

Ever since he'd undergone that whole Marine enhancement package, Dino had become a real terror in the sack. Erica had gotten around quite a bit, back when she'd been a bar maid working some of the hottest joints in South Miami. This was before Dino had chosen her to be one of his four concubine picks.

Before the enhancements, Dino had been one of the worst lays she'd ever experienced, and that was really saying a lot, because she'd been bedded by some real pathetic losers in her time.

She'd been forty one years old back when Dino had first picked her. They'd been hard years back then, and Erica had needed to use her body, many times, just to try to keep a roof over her head, and food on the table for her, and her two teen aged children. Her kids had both been too old to qualify to be extracted with her when Erica had been picked up, but Erica didn't really miss having them underfoot all the time.

For Erica, these last six and a half years had been a big improvement over her first forty one. She had a nice place to live now, no worries about where or when her next meal was coming from, and plenty of great sex whenever Dino came back from his Sa'arm fighting duties. Those were her favorite times, when Dino was back home with them, relaxing and waiting for his next deployment.

If it hadn't been for Rocky, and for all those other whining, crying, snot nosed little brats that Dino kept planting in her, and in all the other concubines, whenever he was back on the planet, Erica's life would have seemed idyllic to her.

She even had to admit that she'd always enjoyed being at Dino's wild parties. She didn't have any feelings of love for Dino, after all, so she didn't really mind being passed back and forth like that, or even being loaned out to someone else, like she had been a few times over the years. It had never bothered her at all, being shared around like that with most of Dino's friends. Erica just figured that it all came as part of the deal she'd made with Dino to get him to take her away from the Sa'arm's rapid approach to Earth. If she made a deal, she'd honor it.

She had known going in, that having children was her primary reason for being allowed to leave her doomed planet, but that didn't mean she had to enjoy the process of having, and raising, all those little brats.

Right then though, her thoughts were on that damned oldest kid of Dino's. She'd really tried hard to find some way to get along with that brat, she really had, but nothing seemed to work where he was concerned.

He was still resentful, even after all this time, that his dad had gotten him picked up like he had. God knew he should have been grateful to be taken away like he had been. Now, he was one of the people who were safe from those damn alien 'dickheads' who'd soon be feasting on all the people who were still left on Earth.

He should be grateful, but he wasn't. Dino didn't care about that kid of his either, she knew that much. He'd achieved everything he'd wanted to when he'd had the kid snatched away from his ex wife like he'd done. Dino could be a vindictive prick about things like getting back at someone he was angry with. He'd taken his kid away from the kid's mom without any difficulty. Once he'd accomplished that, he was pretty much done with the whole thing.

What worried Erica the most, was wondering about what was going to happen after Rocky turned fourteen, and became, legally, an adult. Before he'd left, Dino had hinted that Rocky would be getting full sex privileges with all his concubines. She didn't know whether he'd really meant that, or if he was just pulling her chain to try to get a rise out of her and the other women living in the pod. It worried her though. It worried her a lot.

For some reason, Dino couldn't seem to imagine that oldest kid of his having any chance at all of scoring well enough on his CAP test to qualify to be a Confederacy volunteer in his own right. Erica wasn't so sure. She'd seen the kid spending quite a bit of his free time hooked up to the Confederacy learning machine they had in their pod. She knew, for a certainty, that Rocky had completed the full primary education package the Confederacy had put together for the dependent children of sponsor's and their concubine's.

Rocky was a pain in her ass, but he wasn't stupid. She had wished, many times, that he was. It would have made things a lot simpler for her if he had been. In some ways, she hoped he would score well enough on his CAP test when he took it. If he went off on his own, it would make her life a whole lot simpler. He was the only one in the household who had steadfastly refused to accept her authority over them. With him gone, Erica's life would be even better than it already was.

Erica was already forty eight years old, although she appeared to be a young girl, somewhere in her late teens. The last thing she wanted, or needed, was to be having yet another master. Especially one with the same life or death power over her that Dino had long enjoyed. For all her efforts to get along with him, she'd never once managed to get even a single sign of either respect, tolerance, or overt cooperation out of him. It was as if the boy had made it his life's mission to make her life more difficult.

As soon as the planet's AI was made aware of the Marine casualty list for the battalion's recent encounter with the Sa'arm, it took steps to secure and preserve existing Confederacy property on the planet. Because Dino DiGiorgio's name appeared on the list of battalion fatalities, his pod was locked down, and no one would be allowed to enter or leave until such time as an officer of the Civil Service was able to go to the late Sergeant's pod and arrange for the disposition of his property. Once this had been done, the pod would be held in reserve until it became needed again by incoming Space Marine personnel.

The late sergeant's concubines would be reassigned to the Civil Service. It would be up to them to decide the best way to either utilize or dispose of them. Dependent children were a different matter though. They would become the protected responsibility of the Confederacy, until such time as a final determination was made of their surviving concubine parent's status. As a usual thing, former concubines who were able to acquire new sponsorship for themselves, were allowed, and encouraged, to keep all their offspring with them.

Former concubines who were either recycled, or who were being utilized in some other capacity where child rearing was deemed problematical, such as acting as sexual comfort providers on certain types of Confederacy Naval vessels, their offspring would be reared in one of the Civil Service Child Care Centers, until such time as they were mature enough to sit for a CAP test of their own, and have their test scores determine the new status they'd hold as adults.

As soon as Rocky and his father's concubine's were informed of the death of their sponsor, a period of upset and panic ensued. While it had always been a definite possibility that Dino might not survive one of his deployments, only Dino himself was possessed of sufficient status to make binding arrangements for any, or all, of his household that would be surviving him. Dino had made no such arrangements.

Because of this lack of provision for his surviving household, Dino's family automatically became Civil Service property, immediately upon the proper notification by the Confederacy of his death.

Over the forty eight hour period immediately following this notification, two of Dino's Marine buddies, having open slots within their personal households, made application for two of his former concubines, as well as their seven children.

Both Diana and Jill accepted these offers of new sponsorship, right away, and were allowed to leave their old pod with their children, with all their personal accessories, as well as the toys and any other personal belongings of their children.

Left behind in the pod were Erica, Theresa, and Rocky, as well as the other five young infants or toddlers the two women had given birth to. Between the two women and Rocky, only Theresa seemed that personally upset about Dino's death. In fact though, it wasn't the loss of Dino that she was mourning. She was much more upset and concerned about Jill's having been claimed by another sponsor than she was about Dino's demise. Erica and Rocky weren't aware of the true nature of Theresa's sadness. They assumed her tears were being shed for Dino. Had they both known that it was Jill she was crying about, they would have gotten a good laugh over it.

The day of Rocky's fourteenth birthday arrived right in the midst of all the dislocation that was taking place within the pod. Someone from the Civil Service center had arrived to escort the remaining pod inhabitants to their temporary quarters.

Rocky was led over to the building where CAP testing was held, shortly after being settled in his temporary room over in the Civil Service complex. He'd only be housed there until his new status as an adult could be determined.

The test itself was all done automatically, using a specialized Confederacy AI, with Rocky sitting in a chair that had been attached, by a wiring harness, to a viewing screen that sat on the desk the chair and Rocky was facing.

Rocky had little conscious sensation while participating in the testing process, other than answering a few specific questions that had been designed for allowing the AI to get it's sensors dialed in correctly with the unique combination of Rocky's breathing, sweat gland output, and the wave patterns of his brain. It was still a matter of hours rather than minutes before Rocky had completed the comprehensive inventory of his intelligence, learned skills, and the full range of his personality characteristics. Alien technology that was capable of measuring so much more accurately than any human machine could hope to match.

A Confederacy CAP testing technician handed Rocky his newly produced CAP card as he walked back towards the front entrance to the testing rooms. Rocky had eyes only for looking at the important, overall status determining number, the one prominently displayed on the top of his new card.

"Oh boy, I scored a 7.3! On his top score, HE just barely got to a 7.0. I'm only a kid, so I'm probably way ahead of the CAP score he would have gotten if he'd had to take the test back when he was only my age."

Rocky had some finely developed fantasy's, ones that all revolved around different scenarios of him out doing his father on the CAP scoring. That day had come, and his hopes had been fully realized. Except for Rocky now realizing that Dino, his father, was no longer in a position to be either impressed, or concerned about it.

Rocky had out paced his father's best CAP score, but Dino would never know of it. He would never again be in a position to feel anything. Knowing this, Rocky felt cheated out of this moment where he'd be turning the tables on his father.

In a sense, realizing this, Rocky felt somewhat robbed of his chances for fully celebrating this great CAP score he'd earned. He'd been looking forward to leaving his father's pod with some kind of a grand gesture, one that would somehow loudly announce, to his father, all his father's sluts, and all his father's Marine friends, Rocky's complete independence from the man who'd practically kidnapped him from his real home and family so many years before.

Dead father or not, Rocky was determined to get the most out of his triumph. He strongly believed he'd earned his high score, that it hadn't just been handed to him as a result of his father's genetic contribution. To Rocky, his test scores were a direct result of all the sacrificing he'd had to to ensure that he was not only keeping up with all his mandated studying, but, additionally, was making steady progress towards gaining sufficient new technical knowledge that would push his CAP testing scores far ahead of what he'd need to qualify as a Confederacy volunteer. He'd studied his ass off, and now he was reaping his reward for putting in all that extra effort.

At fourteen years old, Rocky was too young, by Confederacy military standards, to be sent out in harm's way, on any of the Space Marine assault ships. Instead of being used in any possible combat situation, Rocky would receive intensive military training, and undergo further technical education, until he was at least sixteen years of age, and thus eligible for a posting that could put him into direct contact with the Sa'arm.

While his military training would be starting almost immediately, Rocky would be given adequate time to enable him to pick out up to four concubines for himself. In addition to the time allowed for picking his concubines, Rocky would be given a chance to set up his new household in whatever pod that he'd have assigned to him.

On the planet where he now lived, Rocky's only source for finding new concubines would be from the pool of people currently being cared for by the Civil Service staff. Ironically, if Rocky hadn't scored above a 6.5 on his CAP test, he'd have been a member of that same pool from which he'd now be picking.

Both Erica and Theresa could tell, just from the grin plastered on Rocky's face, that his CAP testing had gone quite well. As Erica looked at Rocky walking towards her, she had a brief second of fear that the boy might opt to choose her as one of his concubines.

She knew that her life would be one misery after another if he were ever to get such complete control over her. Theresa had no such fear. It never even occurred to her that Rocky might pick either her or Erica to be his new concubines.

"You did well then?" Erica spoke to Rocky as he pulled to within ten feet of where she was standing. For some reason, she'd wanted to be the first of them to speak.

"Well enough, better than he ever did." Erica knew the 'he' that Rocky was referring to could only be one man, her late benefactor and sponsor.

"He'd have been proud of you, Rocky." The lie passed through her lips effortlessly. Dino would have been surprised though, and it wouldn't hurt anything to give the boy some sense that his late father had cared about what happened to him. Besides, maybe Dino would have felt some pride in his oldest son. It was extremely unlikely, but it was definitely possible.

"He wouldn't have cared. He never cared about anyone else. It doesn't matter anymore though. He's dead, and I'm just getting started. I asked the Civil Service lady if I could get our old pod back. She said I probably could, but I'd have to wait at least another day before it can be released to me. For tonight, I'll have to sleep in that temporary room they assigned me to when they brought us all here earlier."

"He cared enough to be sure that you got evacuated before the swarm attacked Earth and kills everyone who hasn't left. He cared enough to want to make sure you would have a chance to grow up and have some kind of life. Instead of blaming him for everything, you should at least be a little bit grateful that he thought of you before he just took off."

Instead of continuing the argument, Rocky just nodded to her once, an almost imperceptible acknowledgment that her words had been received, and understood. He didn't tell her he agreed with what she'd said, but he didn't bother to try to refute what she'd said either.

He walked away from the two women who'd had much to do with bringing him from being a young boy to his current place as a young adult. While their relationships hadn't been the best, they'd spent many years together. Those years had bred a certain familiarity between them. In the new situation each of the three now found themselves in, any familiarity brought with it a certain degree of comfort.

The next morning, Rocky found himself in a small room, poring over pictures and personal data transcripts which fully described each of the ninety three eligible concubines, people who were now available for him to select.This wasn't the complete list of potential new concubines. It was just the full inventory of the people then in residence at the Civil Service center.

Like Erica and Theresa, most of the concubines were only available for reassignment because of the death of their former sponsors. There were six concubines though, all women who had been released by their former sponsors, usually for reasons known only to the releasing sponsor. Rocky looked at the dossier's of these six women first.

In addition to the concubine's available through the Civil Service center, Rocky was given more information on the three hundred and nineteen potential concubine's then living with sponsoring volunteers. These were all cases where the current sponsor either did not have an opening to take on an additional charge, or ones where the sponsor didn't wish to make a concubine of the individual available for consideration. In most cases, these available potential concubine's were very young adults, having some blood relationship with their sponsor.

It didn't take Rocky very long to begin to feel like he was being overwhelmed with too much data. He'd always thought it would be a simple matter to pick out his concubines. He felt like it could have been made a whole lot simpler for him than it was. After three hours of fruitless searching, Rocky was fed up, and ready to give up on the process entirely.

When he said as much to the Civil Service officer who'd gotten him started on his search, she just laughed and told him he might be better off finding someone he knew, and asking that person for help in picking the right people for himself. At first, Rocky resisted that suggestion. Later, after giving the matter some thought, he decided the Civil Service lady had been giving him some sound advice.

It was early afternoon of that same day before Rocky had summoned enough nerve to knock on the door of the rooms assigned to Erica, Theresa, and their children. When she opened the door, Theresa saw Rocky, and, for the first time, entertained the idea that he might be there to ask either her or Erica to become his new concubines. She was somewhat surprised to discover that she would be willing to say yes if he were to ask it of her.

Life for the concubines was uncertain enough, even in the best of times, but a concubine without a sponsor was really placed in dire jeopardy in several ways. For one thing, an unattached concubine could be temporarily assigned to almost anyone, for the sole purpose of getting that concubine pregnant.

Any concubine who failed to go along with one of those kinds of assignments could very easily end up finding herself being led away from the Civil Service center under a Confederacy order that she be immediately recycled. This was quickly made known to all concubines brought in for reassignment. The main reason for the Confederacy spending any of their valuable resources on these unassigned concubines was their capacity to help restock the available pool of humans the Confederacy needed to draw from.

An unassigned concubine was a liability to the Confederacy, a drain on their overall assets. They were property, pure and simple, and, as such, in the final analysis, whether they continued to breathe air or not, often depended on an impersonal assessment made by some AI tasked to make such decisions.

The Civil Service officers did their utmost to find places for displaced concubines, but even they had to step back from their charges at times and give in to the greater necessities being forced upon them. Being an unassigned concubine was a precarious position to find yourself in.

When resources are severely limited, you sometimes have to make the best deal you can get. For the past twenty four hours or more, Erica and Theresa had both been learning the potential realities of their new situation. They had learned that they only had a very narrow window of opportunity to latch on to another volunteering sponsor. Like Rocky, they too had been given a much shorter list of potential sponsors, and now knew of the slots they currently had open and might want to fill. It didn't look very promising for either of them.

So it was that Rocky's knocking on their door had come at a time when both women felt extremely vulnerable. After Rocky had explained the purpose of his visit, Erica and Theresa both began to lose whatever small grain of hope they'd had at seeing Rocky. He wanted their help in picking out his new concubines. In explaining himself, Rocky had made it perfectly clear that he didn't consider either woman to be possible candidates to fill any of his four available slots.

Even after acknowledging her disappointment to herself, Erica was determined to do her best for Rocky. Not for his sake so much, but because she thought she owed it to Dino, for his having taken her away from Earth, and for allowing her to spend the past six plus years in mostly comfortable circumstances. She'd been better off with Dino than at any other time in her earlier life. She felt she owed him something for providing her with that much.

For her part, Theresa wasn't given to such deep thinking. She was still feeling a great deal of pain over the loss of Jill's affections. On the other hand, trying to find good concubines for Rocky might be something to help her take her mind off her current troubles. Both women, each with their own reasons for wanting to help, agreed to assist Rocky in making his selections.

While certainly not an innocent, especially after being a first hand observer at some of the going's on at his father's parties, Rocky was, nevertheless, still a virgin.

He had managed to get himself one blow job, shortly after his thirteenth birthday. This came from one of the concubines belonging to one of his father's friends. It was at one of those wild parties, and the girl had been very intoxicated. Rocky didn't know or care if she ever knew who he was, or if she was aware of the fact that he was still only a thirteen year old boy when she had sucked him.

The important thing to him had been his getting a blow job, and also that his father had never found out about it.

That first encounter with oral sex served as the basis for much of Rocky's current excitement over the prospect that he'd soon be having four women, all his own, to take care of all his future sexual needs.

Leaving Theresa to remain behind to look after the five younger children, Erica accompanied him back to the room Rocky had been given to look through the information on all available concubines. Once there, Erica asked the young man to select two women from the available pool of prospects.

"How do I select them?"

"Just pick two of them that appeal to you. What we're going to do is find out if they have what it takes to make you happy. What you'll learn from them is what you like in a woman. If you find someone who gives you something you really like, then you can look at her CAP card to see if some of the other, less important things, are a good match for you. Your father picked me first, because he wanted somebody with strong leadership skills, someone who could keep his household from falling apart whenever he wasn't around. He didn't want to be bothered taking care of anyone else's needs. I took care of all the day to day things that he didn't want to be bothered with."

"Like bossing me around, and keeping me out of his hair?" Rocky's voice expressed some of the resentment he still felt towards Erica.

"Sure, that was part of it. Part of it was also making sure that you had whatever you needed to get the skills and education you'd need to be able to do well as an adult. We didn't get on well, but that was mostly because you resented being here with us. You weren't happy, but a lot of that was your choice, not ours."

"Convenient for you to say that now, when I'm the one with all the power, not you."

"Forget that for now. It doesn't help you with what you asked me to help you with. Pick two of these women and we'll get started."

Rocky selected two women, a striking brunette named, Della, and a fourteen year old girl, named Marcie, who was still living in her father's pod, just having scored a 5.3 on her initial CAP test. Erica printed out their face sheets and took the printouts out to the Civil Service officer on duty at the center.

Della, the shapely brunette was the first to come to the interview room after being summoned by the duty officer.

"I'm looking for four new concubines to take to my pod. I'm new at this, but I'd like to take you to bed and see if you feel right to me."

"Are you sure you want four women? It sometimes works better if you mix it up, maybe two guys and two girls? You'll be off on your deployments, and things won't be as tense for everybody if we're all still being taken care of."

Rocky found himself feeling like she was trying to play him for a sucker. She sure seemed more interested in feathering her own nest than she was in showing him that she could be a nice new asset in his.

One thing he had picked up from watching his father had been the knowledge that it was the sponsor who held all the good cards, not the concubines. They had to satisfy his needs, not the other way around.

Rocky didn't say anything to respond to what she'd suggested. Instead, he stood up and told Della that he could see she wasn't what he was looking for. After he said that to her, she quickly started changing the way she treated him. By then though, it was too late, and Erica finally managed to convince her to leave before Rocky had to ring for the Civil Service officer to complain about her disobedience of his request for her to leave.

After Della left, Marcie Freming came into the interview room. Rocky's first thought was that Marcie looked a lot better in person than she had in the photo he'd looked at. For one thing, her hair was longer, and was combed now differently than it had been in the picture he'd been shown. Her boobs looked a lot better in person than they had in the photo, also. Another thing he liked was that she was only two weeks older than he was.

"My name is Rocky. I'm trying to pick four new concubines. You think you might like to try out and see if we might be a good fit for each other?"

"How do you mean try out?" Marcie obviously knew what he'd meant. She'd have to be pretty stupid not to know. Rocky wondered why she'd asked him the question. He looked over at Erica, but she didn't signal anything to him. He thought she was trying to test him, to see if he knew enough to handle the girl himself.

"You must like living in your father's pod. Has he started fucking you yet?"

"No, of course not. That's sick for you to even ask me something like that." Marcie's denial didn't convince Rocky. He knew there had to be some reason she was being so coy, and was pretending not to understand what Rocky was asking of her.

"You want to get undressed and let me take you for a spin, or not? Your choice, but you need to make your mind up right now. I don't have time to waste for this. Yes or no? What's it going to be?"

"I've never had sex before. Can't you just ask me some questions first? Kind of make it so we have some time to get to know each other for a little before we have to get right down to it?"

"Sorry, I really don't have the time for what you want. You can leave now, I'll find somebody who is willing to learn about me as we go along. Thanks for coming by."

"I didn't say I wouldn't do it, just give me a little time to get used to the idea."

"Take all the time you want, just find someplace else to do it, okay? I'm going to be asking someone else if they want to try out, and you'll be in the way if they decide they want to do it."

After the girl left, Erica told Rocky that he'd handled that just the way he should have.

"That girl has been spoiled by her father. No sponsor would be happy trying to get her broken in. Her whole attitude needs to change before she'd make herself into an acceptable concubine for you."

The next women who came to be interviewed was someone that Rocky was a little bit acquainted with. She had been at some of his late father's parties with some of his Marine buddies. Rocky remembered noticing her at a few of them. She stood out in his memory because she had never seemed to enjoy herself at the parties.

He had noticed that she always tried to stay on the fringes when some of the wilder stuff was taking place. She was there, but she never seemed too willing to participate in any of the action. Her name on the print out was Katherine Sobol, but Rocky seemed to remember her sponsor always referring to her as "Claire". He asked her about that. Rather than answering his question, the woman started crying. Erica spoke up when that happened.

"Steve, that was her sponsor's name, was in your father's platoon, Rocky. Claire had been his old wife's name, when he was still living back on Earth. Kathy reminded him of his wife, so he always called her "Claire". Kathy and Steve were close. I don't think she's ready yet to think about getting a new sponsor."

"No, I am ready. I'm sorry. Rocky, was it? Steve's gone now, and I need to do whatever I can to make sure his children have a good home. Ask me to do something and I'll show you I'm more than ready to take care of you. I haven't been with anyone for six months. Give me a chance to show you how nice I can make you feel if you'll let me."

Erica smiled at the two of them, leaving the room in order to give them both some privacy. Rocky was really starting to feel insecure about things until Katherine took over and started managing the situation for both of them. Before Rocky had a good handle on what was occurring, she had both of them undressed, and had him lying back on the settee provided in the interview room. It took her less than a full minute to have his cock in her mouth, get him erect, and then work him over until he blew his load right down her throat. She kept after his cock, sucking lightly, until his erection had gone back down again. When he was fully relaxed, she released his limp pecker and smiled up at him.

"Feel better, Rocky?"

"Yes, that was great. Thank you."

"I liked doing that for you. Why don't you rest there for a few minutes, and then I'll show you something else I'm going to enjoy doing with you."

"I used to see you over at our pod sometimes. At my father's parties. You never looked like you were enjoying any of that stuff they all did."

"That's because I wasn't enjoying it. Those parties were one of the few things Steve and I ever argued about. He knew I didn't like being with any of those other men. He felt like he had to show up and participate. He said it made the group more cohesive, closer to each other, because they all shared those kinds of things with each other. I tried to convince him it wasn't right to make the mother of his children do those things, but he was the boss. I had to do it if he told me to. I didn't have to enjoy any of it though. He loved me enough, at least, not to insist that I pretend to enjoy it."

"Suppose I wanted to take you to those same kinds of parties? Would you obey me too?"

"Things are very different now than they were back when I was with my poor dead Stevie. Now, I'm mostly just concerned with getting another sponsor for me, and with raising my three children. It doesn't matter to me what I have to do to keep my children safe and with me. You tell me what you want, and I'll do it. All I'm asking is for you to help me keep my kids safe, and me alive and able to take care of them."

"I accept Katherine Sobol as my new concubine. See that she and her children are taken to my pod."

Acknowledged. Have your new concubine make a verbal acceptance of your offer.

"I accept!" Kathy was on her feet in an instant, reaching for Rocky's hand, profusely offering him her thanks. Several times, before she left him to go see about moving her and her children over to Rocky's pod, she repeated her fervent promise that she'd be making sure that he never once regretted picking her.

After Kathy left, Erica ushered in another woman. Rocky couldn't help but notice the smile on Erica's face. He interpreted it to mean that Erica approved of his selecting Katherine as the first of his concubines.

Rocky didn't need to spend much time with the new woman Erica had brought in for him to interview. Almost the first words out of her mouth was a demand that she wouldn't accept him as her sponsor without him also agreeing to accept a male from her prior household as another one of his four picks. Rocky had no intentions of selecting a male concubine.

He knew that many volunteers set up their households with another male. The reasoning behind it was to make sure there was a substitute dick available for the female concubines whenever their sponsor was off planet on some kind of deployment. Some claimed there were far fewer problems in the pods when there was always at least one male in residence. Rocky had no opinion or first hand knowledge of that. His father had never felt the need for a male concubine, and neither did he. He planned to keep all his concubines pregnant. That should keep them out of any trouble while he was off fighting somewhere.

As soon as the woman made her demand, Rocky pointed at the door and ordered her to get out of his sight. He didn't think her approach would be successful with any new potential sponsor, even if they happened to want a male concubine.

Sponsors knew they couldn't be successful letting their concubines dictate how things should be. A sponsor had to be the only one in charge. Not just to keep good order either, it was to protect himself, and all the other concubines he had, from something happening through the actions of one of his concubines. A concubine's actions could put the sponsor, and all his other concubines, in serious jeopardy. A sponsor was told that he or she was responsible for the misdeeds of any of their concubines. There had been several well publicized instances where sponsors and concubines ended up dying because of independent action taken by one of their concubines.

Rocky spent the next four hours interviewing women based on the appeal their pictures held for him. At the end of that time, all he'd accomplished was the elimination of another ten prospective candidates. He went back home to his father's old pod, now his, and spent the early evening getting acquainted with Katherine's three kids. Luckily, Rocky liked little kids okay. As kids went, Katherine's seemed better than average to him.

Later that night, Rocky got his first experience with real intercourse. Kathy hadn't been kidding when she'd told him earlier that she was ready for sex, after having gone without for so long. Rocky was young and anxious, managing to come all too quickly the first and second times Kathy allowed him to put his cock in her. The third time though, to Rocky, that one was almost magical in its perfection. He'd managed to last, with Katherine on top, riding him, for more than ten minutes. When he finally did come, it was as if something trapped inside him for all of his life had finally managed to escape through his penis.

In contrast to what Kathy had been used to with Steve, Rocky's performance had left a lot to be desired. For a fourteen year old kid though, only minutes away from having been a virgin, Katherine thought Rocky showed some real promise for the future. She knew he'd soon be going through some sort of Space Marine physical enhancement, all the volunteers went through it. At that time, most of his physical drawbacks and limitations would be eliminated.

Katherine had been used to feeling the satisfying pressure of being completely filled with Steve's big cock. She was pretty sure that Rocky would want to get his own dick augmented to approximately the same size Steve's had been. If not, she was sure she could give him some subtle hints about what it was that most girls appreciated when it came to a man's cock.

As for all the rest of it, she was certain that would improve with his gaining more experience. She was satisfied that Rocky could be trained to be good for her in bed. Good sex would be a nice bonus for her, but Rocky had already provided her with the two major things she'd been most concerned with. She knew she was fortunate to find another sponsor so soon. She was determined that she'd live up to any expectations Rocky might have of her.

The next day, Rocky managed to find one more concubine he was comfortable with. Melissa was fourteen years old, about three months older than he was. She had close cropped dirty blonde hair, and was a little bit overweight. She wasn't fat, not at all, just carrying a few extra pounds, here and there. Rocky found her figure very attractive. He was hot for her within two minutes of the time she'd first arrived to begin her interview. Melissa was inexperienced, just like Rocky had been, but she seemed very eager to change all of that.

She was living in a pod with her mother, and the household's sponsor was not a blood relative to her. Melissa was available because her mother had insisted that she not have sexual relations with her sponsor. The sponsor hadn't been that anxious to bed Melissa anyway, and he too had been hoping she would find her own sponsor and move out.

Within five minutes of Rocky having introduced himself, he and Melissa were on the settee, going at it like little bunnies. They were still going at it, more than half an hour later, when Erica made a late appearance in the interview room. Rocky was driving towards his third come of the morning, and Melissa was experiencing her first ever orgasm with her pussy being stuffed full with some boy's cock. Both were well satisfied with the way their initial interview was turning out.

In less than an hour, from start to finish, Rocky had his second concubine, and Melissa had rushed off to gather her personal belongings to move them into Rocky's pod. Both young people were pleased with their new arrangement.

Rocky managed to get through several more interviews before calling it quits for the day. He hadn't found another candidate that engaged his interest in the same way Melissa and Katherine had. Rocky was beginning to recognize the natural attraction he had felt right away with both young women.

The attraction Rocky had felt had been strong for both women, but it had also been different with each. He might not understand that difference, but he was aware that it existed, and was also comforted that it meant each would have a different type of appeal for him.

It took Rocky another two full days of interviewing women before he found another girl he felt a strong attraction for. This time though, the attraction was as much for the girl's personality as it was for her body. She was older than Rocky, five years older, but they still shared quite a few common interests.

Corinne had been fourteen years old herself, when she'd gotten herself picked from a crowded fast food place to be the concubine for a much older volunteer. She and a girlfriend had been picked, both at the same time, and by the same sponsor, but then they'd been separated soon after being taken aboard one of the Confederacy's colony transport pod ships. Their sponsor had found someone else he preferred to Corinne's friend, and had then traded her away so that he could accept the new girl. Corinne's sponsor had been killed in the same assault that had been fatal for Rocky's father.

In many ways, Corinne still felt like a fourteen year old girl. She hadn't had much in common with either her sponsor, or the other woman, the one who'd replaced her girlfriend, after her sponsor had traded her friend away.

Corinne was the mother of three children, all boys, who she quite obviously doted on. It took almost no time, after talking with her, to discover that she had made those three boys the cornerstones of her life. Rocky and Corinne had agreed to see how well they meshed together in bed, but only after they had first spent more than forty minutes talking quietly together. They'd spent those first, important minutes, in relaxed conversation, both seemingly at ease, as they started getting to know each other while sitting on opposite sides of the small conference table that was set up in the interviewing room.

Rocky was still too quickly excited, owing to his youth, his anxiety to impress, and his near total lack of experience. All these factors ended up leading to him to begin climaxing before the couple had really begun having intercourse. Luckily, his youth and enthusiasm made up for that first rather feeble effort. The second time was much better from Corinne's perspective, and by the time Rocky had deposited his third load in her, Corinne too was satisfied that Rocky could be taught to be a most satisfactory lover.

Rocky and Corinne both spoke the words that the AI needed to have spoken in order to bind Corinne to Rocky as his third concubine. Rocky took time off from his concubine search to help Corinne gather up all her personal things, as well as those of her three sons, before he, and the four new members of his household, made their way over to his pod. With three concubines and six small children present, the pod was once again teeming with life.

Rocky managed to spend a little time that evening with all three of his new concubines. He was too tired for doing much more than some light kissing and fondling, but all three women seemed to appreciate the effort he was making to assure that they all felt appreciated and welcomed by him.

The following morning, after Rocky had made his way back over to the Civil Service center, he made a perfunctory progress report to the Civil Service officer he'd been dealing with. She seemed impressed with Rocky's reported progress, but then she floored him with a new proposition she was determined to make him.

"Rocky, in certain cases, the Confederacy is allowing sponsors to take on one additional concubine, one more than they'd otherwise be entitled to. This is something they've only recently begun experimenting with, and isn't anything commonly available. When it is made available, it is only used when there are very special circumstances. We have a circumstance that is arising here now, and we'd like to offer you just such an opportunity."

"I get to pick five concubines now, not just the four?" Rocky was puzzled by this, but certainly not opposed to it.

"Well, yes and no. You get to have five concubines, if you want them, but we get to pick your last two, not you. Like I mentioned in the beginning, this is a special circumstance, one that has, regrettably occurred here, and it has ramifications affecting several people that you know quite well. Two of the concubines who have been most directly affected by these special circumstances are Erica and Theresa, your late father's two remaining unattached concubines. We've been directed to reduce the number of surplus, unattached, concubines that have been placed in our care.

"We need to find sponsors, immediately, for twenty six women. This morning, we were forced to recycle seven of our male concubines who had failed to garner new sponsors for themselves in the time allotted. Beginning tomorrow morning, and continuing every day until we're down once more to our allocated number of unassigned concubines, six women will be recycled. Both Erica and Theresa's names are written in on tomorrow's recycling schedule. You're being authorized to take both of them, if you should choose to do so."

"If I don't take them, no one else will take them either?"

"I can't say, not for certain, but I'll hazard a guess that it is extremely unlikely that they will get placed under new sponsorship, unless, of course, you choose to accept them."

"Have you spoken to Erica and Theresa about this? Do they agree to becoming my concubines?"

"They have both been informed that they are on the list for tomorrow's scheduled recycling. I haven't spoken with them about this offer I'm making you, because, until five minutes ago, I hadn't secured the necessary permission for some sponsors to be permitted one additional concubine in excess of their normal entitlement. Even without discussing this with them though, I feel certain they would accept almost anyone as an alternative to what they are both currently facing."

"I need more time to consider this. Can you postpone their scheduled recycling for a few more days? Having those two as my concubines would feel very unnatural to me. They've both been around me since I was just a young kid. Erica and I have been pretty unhappy with each other for many years. Theresa isn't one of my favorite people either. I'm sorry for them that they've been declared dead weight or whatever, but neither of them fits in with how I'm trying to set up my new household. If I had more time though, I could probably find some way to talk myself into doing it."

"I don't have the luxury of giving you very much time to decide. I'm going to be busy from now until late tonight, contacting all the other sponsors who've been given this new authorization to take another concubine from the names on the recycling list. You have to give me an answer before eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Later than that, and you'll be too late to help either of them."

Any thoughts Rocky might have entertained about conducting interviews to locate his fourth and final concubine, went firmly out the window after his discussion with the Civil Service officer. Rocky felt like the woman was deliberately putting all the pressure on his shoulders.

By making this offer to him, she had effectively made sure it was now on Rocky to decide the question of whether Erica and Theresa were going to live or die. It was totally unfair for anyone to put something as serious as this on him.

Rocky spent the entire day isolated in his father's old den. He didn't try to discuss any of this with Katherine, Melissa, or Corinne. He knew the decision was his, and his alone. He also knew that his future would forever be affected by what he decided in the next few hours.

Erica had been his father's favorite. That, in itself, was almost reason enough for him to decide not to intervene. She had been trying to boss him around ever since he'd first met her, scant minutes after being picked up and transported to the Confederacy pod ship. He suspected, even if he did agree to take her on as a concubine, that her deeply ingrained habit of always trying to boss him around would soon lead to an impossible situation between the two of them.

Theresa, by herself, might not be too big of a problem for him. She wasn't that bossy. Mostly, she stayed to herself, or with the younger children. Except for when she was with Jill, Rocky had rarely seen her excited, or even animated, about anything. Rocky suspected that Theresa wasn't that fond of any men. He also couldn't imagine any way that she would be able to fit in with the three other people he'd already chosen.

Rocky wanted to sleep alone that night. He fended off the worried questions his concubines directed at him. He told them it was a huge problem, but one that only he could make a decision about. He told them that it wasn't a decision that would have any direct effect on his choices to have the three of them as his concubines.

He would have been willing to discuss the issue with someone like Erica, but not with any of the three women he'd just chosen to spend his life with. He recognized that there was something pretty strange about that. At six the next morning, he got up, dressed, and walked over to the Civil Service center. It was just past six thirty when he found himself knocking on Erica and Theresa's door.

It was a very tired looking and haggard Erica who opened the door to admit him. Just looking at her face let Rocky know that she hadn't slept at all the previous night. He hadn't slept that much either, and he could guess just how upset she had to be. He saw Theresa standing in the bedroom doorway, a thin robe clutched tightly around her body. She looked even worse than Erica did.

Her eyes were all swollen and red, showing evidence of having endured a long session of constant crying. He looked back at Erica just before he took a seat on the black leather couch in the small living room area. She certainly looked upset and sleep deprived, but Rocky could see no evidence at all that she'd been crying. Theresa was the first one to speak to Rocky.

"They came here last night and took the children away from us. They wouldn't even tell us where they were taking them. Can you go talk to someone for us, Rocky? Make them let us say good bye to our babies. They might listen to you."

"Erica, did you find out why they're doing this recycling thing? I've never heard of them doing anything like this before. I asked them to give me some more time to make a decision, but they said they couldn't do it. This isn't right. If he was still alive, they wouldn't be treating you this way. You'd think they would take care of the widows of people who died serving them. This whole thing is so fucked up. I'm not ready to deal with all of it."

"Then don't. You're a lot like he was, Rocky. You're fine with all the fun stuff, but not when someone brings you something that's hard to do, something that isn't going to be any fun for you. When the Civil Service woman told me what she'd offered you, I knew, right away, what your final answer was going to be. I knew you'd get all upset and worried about this, but, after thinking about it for a long time, you'd find some way to get out from having to take on any unwanted responsibilities. Hell, you're only just turning fourteen, so you're right, it isn't fair to lay something like this at your doorstep." Erica was mad. At me, at them, and, I'd guess, at everyone else too.

I also knew that she'd pretty much correctly anticipated the way I'd finally managed to arrive at my final decision. At least I'd tried to be a man about it, going over to see them myself, wanting to tell them what I'd reluctantly decided. It would have been nice to get a little credit for having done that much. Theresa's speaking broke the long drawn out silence that had greeted the end of Erica's attack on me.

"I'll do anything you want me to, Rocky. I promise I will. I don't want to die. I don't want to leave my babies all alone with those bastards. They're killing us, then they're taking our babies. Please, I'm begging you, save me."

"Damn you, Theresa, don't beg him. There's nothing you can say that will make any difference to him."

Erica knew how to push his buttons. Rocky had almost screamed at her that he'd take them both as his concubines, just so he could show her how wrong she'd been about him again. He didn't do it though, because he realized he was too angry himself to be thinking clearly about what he should be doing. He refused to fall for her obvious attempt at goading him into doing it. He finally managed to get his anger enough under control that he could once again trust himself to speak to her. He'd teach her to try to goad him into doing her bidding. She'd soon learn which of them would be the boss.

"Theresa needs to be loved by another woman, Erica. I don't think she's ever spent any time volunteering to fuck my dad. I don't think she'd fuck him, or any man at all, not unless my dad absolutely ordered her to do it at the time. If I took you two as my concubines, it would be your job to take care of all her needs that way. If I do decide to take the two of you, you know I wouldn't ever fuck you, not ever. If I was feeling generous, I might send you over to the Civil Service sometimes, when you were at your most fertile, so some visiting Space Marine, who was visiting, unaccompanied by his concubines, could take his best shot at getting you pregnant again.

"I'd never let you give any orders to any of my other concubines either, so those days where you were the big cheese among the concubines in our pod, they'd be gone forever. If you both agree to becoming my concubines, that's what you'd have to look forward to, Erica. Eating out Theresa's pussy, getting the occasional fuck from a visiting Space Marine, to try to keep you pregnant every year. The rest of your life would be spent on the bottom rung of my new totem pole. That's my offer to you, take it or leave it."

Rocky spent the next three months regretting his offer to Erica, almost constantly, for every single one of those days. Somehow, he'd forgotten how loud the pod had gotten before with all those crying, screaming, kids running around making certain that all the adults were miserable. He'd also forgotten how good Erica had been at managing all the other concubines, and at keeping all the kids under some type of control so that a person could enjoy a little bit of peace and quiet. Little by little, as Rocky's need for Erica's managing skills became greater, he relaxed the rules about having her be the least powerful concubine in his pod.

It had been one thing to tell all his other concubines that Erica was the lowest of the low, and another thing to try to make that edict stick. With Erica back in charge of things, the whole pod began running a lot more smoothly. The kids were all tended to and given the individual attention they'd been clamoring for. Things quickly settled down, and the pod was once again livable. He was smart enough to realize that she had defeated him in that one area.

She did what Rocky had told her to do in all those other areas though. Almost every night for the first month she was with him, he'd had Erica and Theresa putting on this wildly erotic sex show for him and his three ladies. Like it or not, it appeared to Rocky that Erica had gotten pretty good at servicing Theresa's needs. She seemed agreeable to her being serviced by Theresa in return.

Rocky finally decided he needed to put an end to those nightly girl on girl shows, right after his sweet Melissa told him she thought she might really enjoy having one of those threesome's she'd been hearing about, just her, Erica, and Rocky. He stopped the nightly shows, but he made damn sure that Erica understood that he expected her to continue servicing Theresa's needs in the privacy of Theresa's bedroom.

Rocky never did get around to sending Erica back to the Civil Service center to be used by any of those visiting Space Marines he'd promised her.

In fact, to get around the need for having to do that, Rocky applied for, and received, a special dispensation from having to breed Erica during that first year they were together. He didn't tell Erica about applying for that though. As far as she ever knew, she would be slated to go over to the center to be a used sexually whenever Rocky got around to telling her that it was time for her to do it.

He had managed to get first Katherine, then Corinne, and finally, Melissa pregnant while he was undergoing Marine basic training right there on his home planet.

Before he was sent for basic training, Rocky underwent the full Space Marine physical enhancement package, including the special profile package they only gave to their officer corps. He also opted for the most popular penis enhancement package. It was modeled after one of those traditional Earth sized beer cans, the sixteen ounce size. The other Space Marines referred to it as "big Bud".

He had acquired, after getting his body settled back down and used to all those medical enhancements, both the strength and the stamina to give each of his three main concubines a thorough sexual workout. He was with each of them at least once, every single day. Theresa wasn't interested, in the beginning, in any of Rocky's enhancements, but the same couldn't be said about Erica.

After almost nine months without even the slightest hint of feeling the pleasure of any male's dick, Erica was almost ready to climb the walls. She had gotten herself used to performing her nightly duties with Theresa, and, in a pinch, would go so far as to admit that it could be a nice way to take some of the edge off her constantly horny state of being.

That said though, Erica was in a serious stage of withdrawal when it came to her missing a regular hard cock. She thought about it all the time now. Though she was unaware that he did it intentionally, Rocky took a mean pleasure in 'accidentally' exposing his newly grafted nether appendage to her. Erica had long been a sucker for a big swinging dick, and Rocky was now the proud possessor of one that showed her he'd not only opted for great length, but had also specified his desire for some really prodigious girth as well. It was just the kind of dick that Erica had always been most susceptible to. Unfortunately, that particular dick had been declared off limits to her.

Ever since she had first started getting these little 'accidental' peeks at Rocky's big dick, Erica had been scheming on finding some way to get Rocky to go back on his earlier promise that he'd never fuck her. She needed to be fucked. Ever since she'd moved back to the pod, their replicating unit had refused to manufacture dildos, or any other sex toys that Erica might have been able to use to provide her with sexual pleasure, and, at least some degree of purely physical relief.

Erica had then tricked Katherine into asking Rocky about the replicating units refusal to make sex toys for any of the women. Rocky had told her that he didn't believe in sex toys, stating that he felt they might reduce a women's sensitivity while later experiencing the pleasures of a real dick.

Finally, no longer able to stand being the only concubine that wanted a dick and couldn't get one, Erica went to Rocky and pleaded her case. Rocky listened, then dismissed her with a wave of his hand, not commenting on how he felt about her request. He had always believed that his only hope for managing to control Erica had been to force her to come to him.

That night, hours after his meeting with Erica, Rocky ordered Theresa into his bedroom. When he told her that he wanted to fuck her, she surprised him by smiling and telling him that she had hoped he would end up wanting her like that someday. She further surprised him by being both a wild and a wanton fuck. She practically wore him down to a nub, all by herself. That woman proved that she was just as responsive with men as she had always been to women.

The following night, Rocky took Melissa and Theresa both to bed with him. It was a repeat of the previous night, but even more so. Melissa took to girl on girl sex right away, and, between the two girls, Rocky ended up fucking himself almost to the point where his body had gotten itself overloaded.

He took a little break from sex for the next day and evening, complaining that all the fucking he was doing had started interfering with his Marine basic training. He couldn't bring himself to admit that being with two girls at the same time had flat worn him out.

He woke up the morning after he'd taken the whole day and night off, only to find Erica standing naked beside his bed.

"Please, Rocky, I really need it. It's been such a long time since I've had any dick at all. All I'm asking for is this one time, I promise. Give it to me good, just this once, and I promise, I won't ask you for anything else, not ever."

"You're lying, and we both know it, Erica. I've seen how hungry you are for some of this." Rocky then pulled back the sheet and showed her his hard cock, slowly waving it in tight little circles while she watched him doing it. He watched Erica's eyes carefully as she followed the hypnotic rotation of his meat.

"No, I really promise. Let me suck it for a little bit, then get on top and fuck it until I have a couple good comes. That's all I'll need to get myself straightened out. I'll be able to make do for a long time after I put out that fire I've got burning up inside my poor little pussy."

Rocky stopped waving his dick in circles. Instead, he held it perfectly still for her, pointed straight up at the ceiling.

"You can get up here and sit on it, but just for long enough to see how it feels in your pussy. You can move up and down until you get all of it in you, but, after it's all the way in, you have to quit moving and then take it right out whenever I ask you to. Okay?"

Erica didn't bother answering his last question. She was too busy throwing her leg over his waist and lowering herself onto the dick he was presenting to her. She was nice and wet, allowing his dick to move up inside her with not too much stress or effort on her part. Once she had accepted it all, she held herself perfectly still. Inside her pussy though, her muscle walls had started going into hundreds of these tiny spasms. She swore it wasn't anything she was deliberately doing. She maintained her innocence about all those spasms, right up to the point where her whole body erupted in a really magnificent orgasm. After that, she couldn't pretend she hadn't known what was happening.

It hadn't been one of her normal really good comes either, like the kind she sometimes used to have back when she was being triple teamed by three of Dino's Marine buddies.

Those had been really good ones, but nothing like what she was experiencing right then. This one was in a class by itself. She had no idea what Rocky had done to bring this one to her. She didn't particularly care either. Experiencing it fully was all she really cared about right then. It took her fifteen minutes before her legs felt strong enough to allow her to dismount from Rocky's still proud dick.

Erica left feeling very satisfied and fulfilled. The only small thing that kind of bothered her was the realization that Rocky hadn't popped his nut in her. It didn't really worry her at the time, it was just something she had noted in passing.

Six months had passed since Erica had gotten Rocky to allow her to climb on him and take his cock for a little ride. Erica had used up all her will power, trying to deny herself the embarrassment she knew she would feel if she went crawling back to Rocky, begging for more of his cock. It would be made worse too, after all her promises that she wouldn't ever ask again, if only he'd let her have it for that one time.

Just because Erica hadn't been getting any, that didn't mean any of the other women were suffering from any lack. Even Theresa was now greasing up Rocky's big pole on a pretty regular basis. Often enough that she was really beginning to show her own telltale signs of her advancing pregnancy. The other three were now all well advanced with having their own babies too.

Erica was getting very confused, because one of the things she'd least enjoyed in her life was being pregnant. One of her other least favorite things was having to care for babies, or even any of the older children. She didn't like doing it, and would often trade the other women chores they disliked to get out of her fair share of watching over all the kids. In spite of all this, Erica was starting to have these very vivid dreams about her having Rocky's babies. Not just one or two either, a bunch of them, five at least.

She'd never felt like this before, it just wasn't her. She was almost fifty years old, for cripe's sake. The last thing she should be looking forward to was having more children, especially those that would be fathered by a fourteen year old boy. She had to be crazy to even think about doing something like that.

Maybe if she could get Rocky to fuck her one more time? Maybe then these crazy thoughts would leave her brain. It was certainly worth a try. The next morning when Rocky woke up, Erica was naked again, standing just like she had been before, alongside Rocky's bed.

"I know I promised I wouldn't ever ask you again, and I really meant it when I promised that I wouldn't too. I think it must be all the craziness from all those other pregnant women. Maybe those aliens are releasing something into the air. Whatever it is, and I really don't think any of us will ever know for sure, I know I'll go absolutely crazy, for real, if you don't let me get back up on that big son of a bitch you've got between your legs, and give me another chance to take him for a little ride."

Rocky looked at Erica, it would have been very hard to miss the rosy tinted flush suffusing her neck and running across her breasts, almost down all the way to her belly button. Rocky recognized all these clear signs that Erica was sizzling hot for his bod. Seeing her like that had ramped up his own level of excitement as well.

"Go ahead then, climb aboard. Try not to hurt yourself."

As Erica settled on top of him, Rocky started slowly feeding her the dick. He eased it into her one painfully slow inch at a time. By the time she'd been given all of it, both of them were looking forward to the ride she'd soon be giving it.

Twenty sweaty minutes later, Erica was forced to admit that she could no longer move her body in any direction. She let herself collapse onto Rocky's very muscular chest. Her entire body was thrumming, like the resonating bass sound from a well tuned piano.

She had achieved all that she'd come for, with the exception of the one most important thing. Once again Rocky hadn't come inside her pussy. She'd been aching for him to do it to her, and, the fact that he hadn't was really beginning to bother her.

It was absolutely plainly obvious that none of the other four concubines had experienced the slightest trouble with coaxing a potent load from those magnificent loins of his. Erica didn't know how this could be happening to her. She had even gotten herself to the point where she was admitting to herself that she now wanted Rocky's baby more than anything else she'd ever dreamed of before.

The sex she'd just experienced had left her emotions all riled up and close to the surface. She knew that she was liable to go off on one of her increasingly frequent crying jags. It had to be some kind of hormonal thing. Maybe she was finally starting to go through her change of life thing? Who knew? All she was certain of was that she simply had to find some way to get Rocky to give her one of his babies. Without that, she truly felt her life would be totally empty and unfulfilling.

She did start crying, soon after she thought about how empty her life was with her being the only woman in the pod who wasn't already pregnant with this boy's child. All she could think about was how much she loved him now, and how little chance she'd ever have to get him to somehow return her love. It was impossible, absolutely hopeless, and so, she cried.

"Erica, what's the matter? Why are you crying like that?" Rocky put his arms around the woman nestled on his chest. His still very hard shaft was deeply buried in her pussy. He could feel the head of it pressed tightly against her cervix. As her body shook from all that crying, the tip of his dick was enjoying these tiny little baby kisses somehow coming from the miniscule opening of Erica's well battered cervix. The feeling was truly incredible, like nothing he remembered ever feeling before.

"I'm sorry, Rocky, I don't know why it started pouring out of me like that. I warned you that I was worried that I was going crazy. I guess this just proves I was right, doesn't it?"

Rocky found himself being distracted by all those little bites being given to the sensitive tip of his cock. He tried to concentrate on what Erica was telling him, but, after awhile, he had to give it up as a task that was currently beyond his capabilities. Erica's cervix was driving him crazy. He wanted those little kisses to stop, but, at the same time, he knew he could really get used to having her doing this to him for hours on end.

Erica felt like she was finally starting to get calmed back down again. She was taking these deep breaths, and it seemed like the crying had tapered off to almost nothing. As soon as she could manage it, she'd unhorse herself from that magnificent cock of his and go back to her room. Her greatest fear was that one or more of the other women would come into Rocky's room and catch her like she was now, riding so languidly on his wonderful cock, and trying to stop herself from crying like some foolish little schoolgirl.

"Rocky, how come you don't ever come in my pussy? don't you want to put your baby in my tummy?" There, finally she'd gathered up enough nerve to ask the question of him. She felt his hard cock give a little lurch at her question. She thought that might be a very good sign.

"You're different than those other women, Erica. We have this history, over a lot of years now, where the two of us have always been banging heads with each other. You seem to have this need to try to show me that you think you're the boss. We've just spent too much time fighting each other. That's why things have to be different with you than they are with the others."

"Different is okay. I don't mind being treated a little bit differently than all the other girls. What I do mind is not getting fucked enough by you, and not ever getting my chance to get pregnant. I can't get pregnant if you won't come in me."

"That's the biggest part of you being different. Doing this with you feels very strange to me, like it somehow is very wrong for us to be doing it. If I ever let myself go and came in your pussy, it would be even worse than what we're doing right now. Because of all our past history together, I feel like you have a different status than any of the other girls do. Theresa is a little bit like you are, because of her having been one of his concubines too. The biggest difference between the two of you is that she never tried to boss me around as much as you did."

Erica had risen back up, off of his chest. Once again, her poor pussy was burning up. She started moving back and forth against him, her pubic bone and his creating such a delightful friction together. She could feel that she was only a minute or even less away from another one of those monumental comes that Rocky's dick seemed so capable now of frequently providing. She was certainly looking forward to seeing if her estimate of the intensity of this approaching come would be proven accurate. She started to move her ass much faster than she'd done before, trying to force that huge orgasm to overtake her. As she concentrated all her attention to that end, the words came slipping out of Erica's mouth, unbidden by any conscious intent.

"Rocky, all I know is I love you so much, and all I can think about is having you come inside me so that I can have one of your babies too. I don't want to have that different status, not if it means I can't be like this with you, or that I can't have lots of your babies. This is different, this thing between you and me. I love you, Rocky, and I never ever loved him."

Hearing her words, and having spent quite a few minutes having her cervix delivering those little kisses on the head of his pecker, Rocky's cock could hold itself off from coming no longer. He began spraying out this giant gusher of a come, and, as he did so, her cervix opened up, just as wide as it possibly could, and welcomed in thousands upon thousands of his strong little swimmers. In that instant, Erica got the change of status that her mind and body had been crying out for her to get.

The AI informed Rocky, several hours later, by means of the implanted communication device in his head, that Erica, his fifth, and final, non- pregnant concubine, had just conceived.

Rocky didn't care that much right then about learning that she was pregnant. She loved him now, that was the most important thing of all. She loved HIM, and she'd never loved his father. Life was suddenly very good for him again.


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